In the thick fog, countless sword lights suddenly lit up.

Chen Changsheng looked at the mist that covered the four fields, his left knee was slightly bent, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword at his waist, as if he would draw a sword in the next moment.

In fact, there were already countless swords, overflowing from his tiger's mouth, from his clothes, and slashing in all directions. The incomparably sharp sword intent permeated the heavens and the earth, and the already broken courtyard was instantly shredded into countless pieces, whether it was the cobblestone at the bottom of the lake or the woods covered with thick snow, but the dense fog of the four fields was not broken, and the color of this fog became extremely deep at some point, pitch black, like night, incomparably rich, incomparably real, like the most viscous sludge.

No matter how sharp and powerful the sword intent is, falling into this black fog, it is like a dead leaf falling into muddy water, spinning, struggling, and then disappearing.

This black fog is no longer pure water mist, but has been stained with the purest demonic intent.

With a thud, Chen Changsheng pulled out his short sword.

The unsullied and bright sword body, ignoring those terrifying and filthy demonic intents, finally cut a hole in this demonic mist.

The black fog surged wildly, especially at the breach that was cut by the Unsullied Sword, as if there were countless black mud gushing out endlessly.

In the splattering black mist, a hand stretched out from it, holding a weapon like a stone, which, if you look closely, looks like half a broken monument.

Compared to the stump-like weapon, the hand itself was even more terrifying.

- Even the torn space and Chen Changsheng's extremely powerful sword intent couldn't make that hand tremble slightly.

The black mist squeezed and gushed even more violently, and the mountain-like demon shadow finally appeared in Chen Changsheng's sight.

The whistling cold wind blew the beard of this demon clan's big man, but it couldn't shake the two demon horns, nor could it shake his people.

The broken monument fell from the sky.

Chen Changsheng seemed to see a black giant mountain collapse in front of him and press it over.

An indescribable fury slammed into the right of his eyebrows without the slightest bias.

The infinite domineering power, pointing to the most subtle places, represents the irresistible strength of the siren.

More than a year ago, on the battlefield in the snowfield, Chen Changsheng had already had this almost suffocating experience.

Even if he had a thousand sword intents and ten thousand means, he would not be able to make up for the insurmountable gap between the strengths of the two sides.

There was nothing new, as if it was still last year, his eyes were still bright and clear, without any fear, his wrist flipped and the short sword went away with his eyebrows.

He was still ready to use the third sword taught by Su Li.

Stupid sword.

He knew that the sword could stop the siren, but he would also be seriously injured.

On the battlefield on the spot, this ending has been proven, but he still chooses it this way.

It does seem that this choice is a bit stupid, like the name of this sword.

But there was nothing he could do to block the full force of the siren's blow.

Yes, he can't dodge, he can't retreat, he must block the siren, just like he did on the battlefield.

Because there were hundreds of ordinary Terran soldiers behind him at that time, and now there are ordinary people behind him who are injured and can't leave.

But tonight he is not fighting alone.

Ever since he was mortally wounded on the battlefield last year, the little girl had never let him out of her sight.

An even darker light and shadow suddenly appeared in the black fog, which was the trace left by her high-speed forward in the space.

When Chen Changsheng raised the short sword in front of him, the girl in black appeared in front of him, raised her hands and greeted the broken monument that broke through the fog.

Compared to the giant mountain-like figure of the siren, she is so petite.

Compared to the broken monument-shaped black stone, her white hands were so pitiful, as if they were fragile and would turn into countless fragments in the next moment.

But she still raised her hands to greet her, and her posture was a little strange, not like a fight, but like offering flowers.

The next moment, a flower pot actually appeared in her hands.

But there were no flowers in that pot, only one green leaf, and only two leaves left, which looked a little bleak.

The Broken Monument and Aoba meet in the air.

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There was no sound, and compared to the whistling sound formed by the squeezing of the dense fog around it, the silence before the broken bridge was a little eerie.

That's because these two forces are so terrifying and powerful that they tear and vibrate things around them at a frequency beyond what normal creatures can hear.

The last remaining water in the wet mud was squeezed out by these two powerful forces, and then evaporated again.

Immediately afterwards, he was frozen by the chill emanating from the eyebrows and eyes of the girl in black.

The fog thinned, and both wet and demonic were condensed into water, and before they had time to turn into rain, they had already formed ice droplets.

Countless crystal ice beads reflect the stars falling in the night dome, just like countless night pearls, shining here incomparably beautifully.

The beauty doesn't seem to be human.

It's like the bottom of the North New Bridge for countless nights.

Standing in front of the tiny ice beads in the sky, the figure of the girl in black was still petite.

But at this time, she no longer has any delicate feelings, but is extremely powerful.

An incomprehensible laugh rang out from the siren's mouth.

Suddenly, the mist became thick again, and the terrifying demonic aura slapped towards her like a monstrous flood.

The bottom of the lake that had been unusually dry had cracked countless deep marks, her black clothes danced wildly, several cracks appeared, her black hair danced wildly, several stems broke off, and the chains tied to her ankles danced wildly, like snakes in endless pain in the fire.

Obviously, she who failed to completely break the ban, even if she held the treasure of leaving the palace, she was still not the opponent of this demon clan's big man.

But on her face as cold as ice and snow, she still didn't see any timidity, and she didn't have the idea of escaping.

She held her head up, like a strong little girl.

Also like a proud dragon.

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All this happened in a very short period of time.

Chen Changsheng didn't put away his sword, but he didn't have time to help her.

With the sound of rocks rolling down and cracking the sky like thunder, several tall black shadows like towers have come to the outside of the snow valley.

These are the demon powerhouses who follow the siren.

Chen Changsheng suddenly disappeared.

On the hard, dry and cracked bottom of the lake, dozens of faint footprints suddenly appeared.

If someone were looking at the stars in the night dome at this time, they might be able to see that there was some kind of secret connection between the location of these footprints and the stars in the sky.

This is exactly the time when he realized from the Taoist treasure, through these years of research, especially after gradually digesting the inscription of the Book of Heaven, it is no longer the year.

In an instant, he left the broken bridge and went to the snow valley, bringing countless wind and rain with him, enveloping all the demon powerhouses.

Wind and rain are both swords.

There are swords everywhere.

"Gulun Mu!"

The sinite suddenly shouted loudly, and there was an unconcealed surprise in his voice.

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(I didn't come back from the hospital until more than ten o'clock, I was tired, I really thought I couldn't write today, I didn't expect myself to be so awesome, and when I voted on WeChat, the name cinnabar won, but ...... I really want to use squeak, but when I write it, I always feel that it doesn't feel so smooth to call it Little Black Dragon Cinnabar...... I'll think again. ）